Having unwillingly spent a lot of time in and around airports this Christmas I’ve noticed that there are two definite types of people: those who travel smart and those who travel comfy.

Today I travelled smart, as always, but now I’m back in Paris I’m going for a McDonald’s before getting ready for work this evening. (My excuse? I’ve been away, there’s no food in the fridge).

This is just bizarre. I can’t work out if it’s good or bad, positive or negative, or good as an advert or not. All I get from it is cringe.